Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Marijuanalogue: Poetry for Potheads

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The unknown vast and limitless nothingness looms menacingly;
Forced to cope with a world of regret, abandoned and alone;
Solace is granted in the form of an herb;
Perception warped, ignited, enhanced;
The world viewed anew, fresh and forgiving-- I am at peace with all;
The whirling, cleansing consciousness, aspires to the divine and I...

HOLY SHIT, I HAVE DORITOS?!?!?!?!!!?!?
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